The joy in Shen Luo's eyes had not yet faded when his expression suddenly stiffened.
The Pure Yang Sword Embryo pierced through the Flame Giant's forehead the instant it stabbed into the back of its head, yet the Flame Giant seemed entirely unharmed. The longsword in its hand still came crashing down.
Boom!
The flaming sword finally struck the Dragon Horn Awl. A tremendous force bore down on Shen Luo, forcing his knees to bend slightly. Immediately afterward, a scorching wave of fire surged down and engulfed him.
"Fellow Daoist Shen..." Huang Ting cried out in alarm when she saw this, still entangled with the vines.
As soon as she spoke, a layer of watery blue light lit up within the flames, while white vapor rose thickly all around.
Shen Luo formed the Water-Repelling Art with his hands, shrouding himself in another curtain of water that blocked the power of the flames. His body suddenly slipped out from beneath the flaming sword, and with a wave of his hand, he sent out the Dragon Horn Awl.
"Roar..."
Accompanied by a dragon's roar, the Dragon Horn Awl became enveloped in a hazy golden glow and shot fiercely toward the Flame Giant's chest, piercing straight through it.
Yet, just like the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, this strike seemed to hit empty space and caused the Flame Giant no harm whatsoever.
"How strange. What exactly is this thing? Why does it seem to have no physical body?" Shen Luo said in surprise.
Before he could figure it out, the Flame Giant that had passed him had already turned and swung its sword horizontally at him.
Shen Luo suddenly ducked low, crouching to evade the strike. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the vine remnants scattered across the ground.
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